[ Mine doesn't spend much time preparing out of sight. Even just walking up to the platform, he notes how far away he'd been sitting and how large the stage looks up close. Imposing, even he feels apprehensive about taking those last steps into the ring. The cage itself begins to be brought down slowly as soon as the two fighters are inside.
Mine has no idea about Kazama's appearance, and can't even make out his figure swinging his walking stick between steps, now. For a moment, disoriented by the bright lights from high up, his eyes jump across rows of the auditorium, trying to find his seat from before. And Nishikiyama, still there. Chains rattle until the fence around the ring seals in with a metallic bang and it locks Mine's gaze inside. There's jeering and howling from the crowd, impatient after a few minutes' break, not for one of the contestants in particular.
"The Kazama Family's Tashiro Vs. the Nishikiyama Family's Mine!"
A low-profile fight. Mine doesn't recognize his opponent, short-cropped hair and probably his same ageβa stance like he's out on the street.
The ceremony has been the same for every battle. Hand on his tie, Mine pulls off his shirt before the gong soundsβ The fresh, flushed and obvious irritation's faded since a few days ago, so just the newest colors are raised slightly from his skin. The yellows and reds; he imagines, mane and flames surrounding the kirin only looking more bold because of it. To have his tattoo out and breathing, Mine's unease withers in the moment. ]
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Date: 2024-02-03 01:13 am (UTC)Mine has no idea about Kazama's appearance, and can't even make out his figure swinging his walking stick between steps, now. For a moment, disoriented by the bright lights from high up, his eyes jump across rows of the auditorium, trying to find his seat from before. And Nishikiyama, still there. Chains rattle until the fence around the ring seals in with a metallic bang and it locks Mine's gaze inside. There's jeering and howling from the crowd, impatient after a few minutes' break, not for one of the contestants in particular.
"The Kazama Family's Tashiro Vs. the Nishikiyama Family's Mine!"
A low-profile fight. Mine doesn't recognize his opponent, short-cropped hair and probably his same ageβa stance like he's out on the street.
The ceremony has been the same for every battle. Hand on his tie, Mine pulls off his shirt before the gong soundsβ The fresh, flushed and obvious irritation's faded since a few days ago, so just the newest colors are raised slightly from his skin. The yellows and reds; he imagines, mane and flames surrounding the kirin only looking more bold because of it. To have his tattoo out and breathing, Mine's unease withers in the moment. ]